Boldly, the morning sun came forth.
The birds and dragonflies were not prepared.
The bright light opened up a new world.

The surprise was compounded by the moon’s exit.
Each time the sun chased after the moon,
the moon was not interested in the game.

It stopped being a contest.
The routine has become boring.
The surprise was gone.

W. Wayne B.

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